Sunday, May 28, 2006

Lost, guessing and hot sugar.

1. When the tops of buildings disappear in the mist.

2. Guessing at the life stories of people in the street.

3. The smell of hot sugar on the pier.

Novel, coming back and ready for December.

1. In the early hours, I'm awake, all alone -- but I've got a new novel on my library app: a fenland gothic Saxon mystery called Mer...